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@i-sumin
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡ ogling how the cheese melted on top of the noodles sprinkled amusement on his eyes, even though his lips didn’t even shivered a smile, he dipped his chopsticks next, pinching the noodle strands until he conclude the kind of sogginess he wanted, then he began eating, the taste ㅡ as expected was perfect, it’s something to look forward from a perfectly programmed doll, the miscalculations and mistakes are not prohibited, every actions are calculation, though thinking about that made him quiver a little, a little pondering thought that sometimes, the perfectionism is the scariest thing} It is good. I like it a lot. Thank you for cooking these for me. {ㅡhe said with a nonchalant voice, not a sign of sadness from earlier, or even a pinch of happiness, it was neutral, controlled and pale- so like him} Hm. I never dislike you, but yeah. {ㅡhe refused to look into her eyes, in fear to be mesmerized like the first time he laid his eyes on her, but he was honest when he gave her an approvalㅡ he doesn’t hate her, and maybe, just maybe there’s the possibility that he will like her - more than a 0.1%}
(/ she has to stifle her giggle with the back of her hand when the other confirms her question.) awesome ~~~ (/ the girl exclaims in her excitement, childishly turning in her stool in a short form of expressing her delight. there's always been a seed of insecurity ingrained in her system ever since the day he'd almost returned her. she was always careful not to push him too far in fear that he would grow to hate her so hearing she was growing on him meant a lot. even if it was only by a marginal amount, that meant it was possible and over time, that amount would grow to become something big if she kept at it.) heh ... thank you for not hating me, sen ~ (/ she hums appreciatively, smiling for him even if he won't see it. she sits in a happy silence until she remembers his words from earlier, expressing his distaste for her cat features. having believed his words that it made him uncomfortable, she was now willingly to take them off despite her win in their bet.) shall i take these off, sen? (/ she questions as she points at the ears on her head)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡ his head floating from the fulfilling taste exploding on his delicate cavern, sen looks up and nods for her} Really. Ahhh. I hope you’ll be prepared, or should I install you a collection of recipe on your database? {ㅡhe licks his fingers, emitting a slurp and satisfied sound before he clinch the second onigiri she freshly prepared for her, nonchalantly devouring every bits and grains of it until half of his stomach was filled, from the distance, he watched as she prepared the second meal of the day - ramen, his sweat glands began moistening again as the aroma of the stew floated in the small kitchen, he sensed his stomach crumbled and eager to be fed, but he patiently waited for it. As his eyes ogle on how she lifted the pot, his forehead frowned and his brows weaved disturbingly} Aren’t you supposed to use a mat? Whaㅡ {ㅡhis head shook in slight disbelief, standing from the stool he was in comfort for the past half an hour, he walked towards the refrigerator, cracking it open and scrutinized it briefly until he found the ingredient he was looking for, stretching his arm to fetch a slice of processed cheese, he marched back to the counter and plopped the cheese on top of the ramen, and then he smiled proudly} Better.
of course~ (/ she reassures with a delighted smile, her tail lightly swaying in response to her good mood.) i already have a lot programmed but if there's something unique that you like, i'll be sure to memorize it (/ she gathers the dirtied dishware and sets it into the dishwasher before moving to join him on the stool next to his. she doesn't feel compelled to eat since its not a necessity for her so she just takes the time to watch the other enjoy the food she's made with her two hands.) is it good? (/ she questions curiously once more, leaning her head into her arm thats propped up on the tabletop.) ...sen. do you like me 1% better now? .... or maybe 0.00001%? (/ she asks completely seriously with eyes filled with an earnest curiosity once he's finished a considerable portion of the meal)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡhe was attentively scrutinizing her every movement as she started assembling those ingredient and paraphernalia to make his little request, later found nothing but amusement and impress from the skill she showcased in front of him; mainly because he’s not a good cook, and he pretty much hated the kitchen, staring at finish product exhaled an awe from him} I just feel like eating oneㅡ Mom used to cook a lot of ramen when I as a kid. {ㅡhis head bounced into a nod, a quick recollection of his childhood flashed, and a flick on his chest woke him back to reality, the simmer of the broth became an appetizer, he could sense his mouth sweating from expectation, he followed his gaze at her, and left blank for a second when she handed him a heart shaped onigiri} I’m going to eat the heart. Thank you. {ㅡtaking them with both hands, he took his first bite and carefully munched it, delightful taste swam on his mouth as he devoured the simple rice made meal} It’s good, really.Can I have more? {ㅡwhen he finished the first heart, he licked the grain of rice sticking on his fingers, sometimes making a slick sound and slurp}
(/ there's no warrant for worry considering cooking is one of the preset skills programmed into her system. nevertheless, she watches on in apprehension as he takes his first bite.) is it okay? (/ she timidly asks, eyebrows furrowed together in worry until his assurance brings back her smile.) really? (/ she gives him a quick eager nod in response as she sets off to fulfill his request. there's a certain undescribable happiness from being able to finally fulfill her duty of making her owner happy, or at least being of use to him.) i can make you one whenever you want in the future. just let me know. (/ it's not long before she's prepped another onigiri in the same fashion of the last one. she hands it over quickly upon hearing the lid of the pan beginning to rattle from the heat. she's careful not to make any mistakes as she lifts the lid and taste tests the ramen. when she's satisfied with the chewiness, she lifts them out of the pot and into the soup base. her heat sensors go off as she wraps her hands around the bowl but she ignores the subtle sting to carry it over to him. once she's set it down, she quickly prepares everything else he needs as she hands him a pair of chopsticks and napkin) i hope you like it~ (/ she simpers coyly)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡthey had reached the kitchen counter before he could even realized it, a part of his coated heart mewled a dissatisfaction for he had to let go of her hand sooner than he thought; now that the sole camouflage of holding her hand ended in just a snap; he silently nagged himself that he should have walked slowly instead but in the midst of it, he halted. why is he holding her hand again? it was intentional, right? the moment their fingers lingered together awaken the longing feeling of ‘wanting’ and ‘yearning’ and for all he realized, he was tightly, and softly holding her hand; there was no sense of regret though, it felt— perfectly fine.} Just hand groceries from yesterday, I feel like eating some noodles today though. Do you know how to make a ramen? {ㅡthe pause of his built against the kitchen counter sent the finale of the scene as their hands slowly departed from each other; him taking the lead, he walked around the counter, and sat on the high stool, prompting his elbows and catching his chin with his palm} I also want rice balls, and miso soup. {ㅡhe tilted his head, the after effects of her hands reached his bony cheeks, that soon faded away, him mentioning those list of delicacies he always had from home sent him another recollection, he remembered the earlier message of his mother, of how she loved himㅡah, he misses people again}
(/ it's a bittersweet end but she's thankful to have had the chance at all. there's a strange sense of emptiness as he relinquishes her hand but she decides not to dwell on it. there's a more important matter at hand after all. she listens with great intent as he lists out his craving. she'd never made ramen before but the recipe stored in her memory space and her innate cooking skills programmed within her should prove to turn out well nonetheless.) yeah. what did you want in your ramen? (/ before he can reply, she's already scurrying around the kitchen, grabbing the pots she needs. there's a lot to prepare but she's determined to do well. once she's gathered all the ingredients she needs and set the water on the stove to boil, she focuses on finishing the rice balls first since they were the easiest to do. with quick skilled movements, the dish comes to life. there's precision and skill in her actions although a sense of her personality comes through with the cooking, already visible as she forms the onigiri in the shape of a heart.) eat that first.~ (/ she says with a smile as she slides the plate over to him)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡbeing close to someone, even if it’s a friend or mere stranger had been part of his work, ever time he would spend a shoot with another model, intimacy is supposed to be part of his common sense, if you’ll put it that wayㅡ if you’ll put Sen back in the runaway, or photo studio, he would touch any kind of people, color or perfume with no second thoughts; he had grown into skinships as well, how may hugs, and kisses he had sent to people dear to him? he actually lost count of it, before, being with someone, sharing even the smallest form of affectionㅡa touch would mean so much for him, that’s why he always try offer those touches whenever he got the chances, to show to those he love the appreciation, and his ultimate affection to them. it’s kind of sad though that he lost that drive after} I’m starving. {ㅡhe confessed with his low timbre, standing from the couch he found solitude for a moment (and shared that tingling session with her), his larger palms connected with hers nonchalantly clasped before she could pull it away, fingers folded and hooked in between hers, sharing the natural warmth of his hands, he stood there for a second, dragging her along as he began walking towards the kitchen} You’re going to cook for me, right? {ㅡhe looked over his shoulders, eyes remained lazy with expression with hint of anticipation}
(/ where she falters, sen takes charge and she can't recall a time that she's felt happier than this. the only thing that runs through her mind is that, it fits. she could spend the rest of her life looking at the way their hands fit perfectly together and in some ways thanks to her memory space, she can. unable to suppress the overwhelming joy, her smile widens from ear to ear as she willing lets herself get pulled along.) y-yeah. of course! (/ she eagerly nods, eyes forming crescent moons at how wide her smile is.) what do you want to eat? (/ she hums in anticipation, reluctant to let go of this moment. there's no guarantee it'll happen again because up until this point, the man's hardly even showed much interest in her. a million questions pop up in her mind as she stares in admiration. was he finally opening up his heart to her a little? had her surprise been a success? the prospects are so exciting that she can feel the tension in her gears from turning so fast, threatening to steal her smile in that cursed flaw of hers.)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡfailed to consume enough power to reject her until slowly, he finally gave in, the feeling of her head resting on his shoulders wasn’t as bad as he thought of, it was really warm, and it felt like it ease the burden resting on his shoulders, it was like a comfort, in a very strangely manner (for him), her head that supposed to add weight on his boarders lifted those mass away, strange, but good strange. time passed before them, and he slowly forgotten about the mere reality that there’s a little space between them, the scent from her hair had become a part of his oxygen, and his body leisurely relaxed, he condone the idea of thinking, and unconsciously savoir the moment; it wasn’t a bad scenery to protest} Hm. In the future? I don’t think I’ll be singing againㅡ unless I lost in some kind of bet, again. {ㅡhis lips pursing again, the tip of his tongue peaking out to swipe the lips into moisten, he gulped dry but a little loud, he had forgotten that his heart was still missing a few beats; consciously aware of everything} Give you what? {ㅡhis eyebrow arched in slight perplexity from her request, he moved his gaze from the nothingness (and a little blur) to look at where she pointed her finger, his brow creased more} My hand? What are you going to do with it? {ㅡhis eyes blinked a couple of times, trying to process what she’s possibly plotting}
(/ she watches the other with doting eyes, feeling the rest of the world fade away until it's just the two of them alone.) yeah. (/ she confirms with a nod. when he doesn't seem to understand her though, she gives him a light pout.) to eat of course. (/ she teases with a straight face before laughing a bit. she hesitates to spit out the real reason at this point, suddenly feeling bashful about her thoughts. of course, she doesn't want to give up just at that. she lets her eyes wander around the room, for once taking them off the older man, as she stalls for a few seconds. when her curiosity finally exceeds her nervousness, she decides to just show the man instead of explaining it. hesitantly, sumin reaches over and loosely laces their fingers together. a small smile forms at the fascinating sensation of feeling the warmth of his hand and she can't help but wonder if their hands would fit perfectly together if she only clasped a little tighter.)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡthe soft cheer breaking out from her pink lips sent another contradiction to him; he was annoyed that he lost or ratherㅡhe let himself lost, he have to sing a song dedicated for her with his horrible voice, it was aggravating, and second, he was in slight bliss to see her smile, and it was because of him. Sen doesn’t remember anymore, the last time he made someone smile, he knew his parents were smiling at him every time they care to visit, or have meals with him, even his friends were beaming a wild curve on their faces whenever he meets them, but not of this smiles are from himㅡbut her, she was smiling, maybe she was programmed to be that way but somehow, it was because of him; he made her smile, or did he?} little ball of fur {ㅡDespite the brittle of his voice, he continued to sing the cat song until to the very last note, he was anticipating an applaud at least, since he tried but instead, he received a different respond, his shoulders cringe from the soft touch of her body against his, he felt his heart skip a beat (or perhaps two) and his lungs squeezed and his breathing inclined and paused; his head automatically demanded him to move away, or to push her from him, but weirdly, and really strange, he didn’t. he stayed in such position, so close with her that he can almost capture her scent, and the edge of his face brushing on the top of her head yet even the song had ended}
(/ she anxiously awaits for rejection while savoring every second she can. but three seconds becomes ten and then a whole minute goes by without him casting her aside and she figures she's experiencing what the humans call the fluttering of her heart.) i listened well. i really like your song~ (/ she praises with a gentle smile, tilting her head a bit so she can peer at him from the corner of her eyes.) it'd be really nice if you could sing for me in the future. (/ she adds with a slight hum to her tone. it's the first time he's been so open to her and her happiness with his actions is visible from her every word to her every expression. she knows she shouldn't push her luck too far but she can feel her greed grow for more. was it such a wrong thing to want acceptance from the man she would love for the rest of her life?) sen, can you give this to me? (/ it's her trademark question but rather than a shirt or a pen or photograph of his, this time the girl points at his hand. she's always wanted to hold his hand or even hook her arm in his but she's always restrained herself knowing that he probably wouldn't like it. today was a day of firsts though so she figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. she coyly smiles as she bats her eyes at him, willing him to agree in any way possible)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡhe blinks slowly from her request, although he listens a lot of songs, he knew quite well that he’s far from being a singer, yesㅡhe hums and strums a bit of his guitar when he was in middle school but his vocal chords never develop for the better, perhaps it’s worst that he can imagine. of all things, singing could be the worst she could ask for} S-sing? {ㅡbut it’s already too late for an escape, her hand waves in the midair and toss a pair of scissors while his first hops a single but fails to even move an inch, stoned. his eyes quickly widens as his defeat instantly registered, lips cracking a little with soft gasp; doomed} I- I wasn’t ready! {ㅡhe huffs and scrunches his face a little, his forehead sculpturing a mild frown} I don’t know how to sing, really. {ㅡbut he failed her a countless of times already, his conscience would remind him, pushing him to let it go for onceㅡ it won’t hurt once} Alright. Fine. Don’t blame me if I ruined your circuit from my awful voice. Mind you. I’m tone deaf. Goodluck. {ㅡhe clears his throat, cheeks brushing a small blush of pink, his eyes waving from her gaze as he slowly dives into embarrassment, his shaking voice begins to elope from his lips as he sings his favorite cat songㅡ a melody she always sings for him}
yessss ~~~~ (/ she excitedly exclaims, waving her arms in victory. of course, even with such a feeble attempt, she was ready to give him a second try to make him cheer up but he passes it over before she can offer it up. what ends up being more of a treat than the song is how animated the male is in that moment. she was accustomed to his stoic and apathetic tones and expressions. seeing this shy and embarrassed side of his was a first. she watches attentively with amusement and curiosity, not wanting to waste a single second of this rare opportunity.) it's okay. i'll be fine. (/ she reassures with a smile, her good mood taking presence once more. the song he sings is a relatively short and almost even childish song. none of this matters to sumin though of course. she's enchanted by his song, not because of his skills but because today is a day of many firsts. it was the first time he called her name, the first time he played with her, and the first time he sang for her. they're moments she'll keep stored in her memory space for the rest of her time with him.) hmm. (/ she softly hums, closing her eyes to better concentrate. out of the instincts programmed in her, she takes the chance and leans her head against his shoulder. it's a risk considering the high possibility that he'll immediately pull away but she's too engrossed in the moment to care, a smile of complete bliss on her expression as she listens to his voice.)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡhe had a recollection of tidbit memories of why he had infatuated the cat species, they are majestic. beautiful creatures, and just by looking at them gives him enough indescribable feelings that can make him loose his composure and expose the cuddler in him, he would remember those sheets of his childhood where he chases them, or beg his parents to adopt all the stray cats he would found; such a lovely memory. by glancing at her, reconciled his desire to own a cat againㅡ a real warm blooded cat which he can hold into the night. nevertheless, those desires were more consuming now as greed already surpassed. Sumin sunk into the cat era the more he looked at it, and he couldn’t help but to mimic another scorn} Thank you. A game? Okay. {ㅡhe wholeheartedly said, curling his fist into a ball and lazily stretched it on the side} If I win, can you take off those cat ears and tails. It makes me feel uncomfortable. {ㅡhe was meant to say that her visuals returned his cat-feels on his system that he’s afraid that he can’t control, but he rather be harsh than honest to herㅡthe worst owner yet}
(/ her momentary excitement when he agrees to her proposition is instantly shot down by his request. there's a sinking feeling in her chest and his rejection cuts a little deeper than it has in the past. her smile disappears as her ears flatten against the top of her head. if it had just been his rejection, it probably wouldn't hurt as much but it was the idea that she'd really thought he would go for this idea. perhaps she didn't know him as much as she thought she did. perhaps she was just a horrible doll.) oh ... o-okay. (/ she eventually agrees with a forced tight lipped smile. she licks her lips as she tries to get her mind of the disappointment and instead focus of a prize for herself.) if i win ... will you sing me a song? (/ one of the male's most prominent features was his low husky voice and it's not a secret the girl has an adoration of it. the idea of him singing is enough to lift her spirits some as she gets ready for the game.) ready? rock ... paper ... scissors! (/ she calls out while throwing out two fingers for scissors.)
❛ cat ears and tails ❜
{ㅡthe tough structure of his jawline flexed as his teeth gnawed the soft flesh of the inside of his bottom lips, an unintentional after effects of staring at her, his eyes blinked a couple of times, long eyelashes flicked slowly with a confirm inquisitiveness towards her attire} Hm. {ㅡhe shrugged his shoulders inward, but hardly noticeable from the posture he had with the couch, then tilted his head a little as a respond from her inquiry. It was perfect for her, but he had no plans of exhaling his commentaries about the costume. Although he honestly believed that it’s really good at her} I see. {ㅡhe pressed his lips together, lifting his body from the couch to sit with his feet on the ground, he motioned her to move from the floor and to sit on the single couch instead} If you sit in the cold floorㅡ nothing. {ㅡhe was about to sermon her about getting sick from landing on a chilly surface but he remembered that she”s not a human but a doll immune from deceases.} Did anyone dropped by today? Phone calls? Mails? {ㅡhe asked as he distracted himself from the perking kitty ears above her head}
(/ she always wants him to respond the way she does to him but by now she knows much better than to expect that. this time as well, she gives in with the slightest pout before scrambling up to join him on the couch. she brings her legs to her chest and wraps her arms around them before resting her chin on the top of her knees, making sure to face him even if he’s not) your mom called today at 2:35 p.m. but i told her you were out. she wanted me to say hi and i love you for her. (/ although the words are’t from herself, she’s secretly happy to have said those words to him. she had yet to say that phrase to him despite her willingness to since she hadn’t thought it would be appropriate since he hadn’t accepted her feelings yet.) sen. can we play a game? ...like rock paper scissor? (/ she hums, wanting to find another way to please him since he’d seemingly already dismissed her cat surprise for him.) if i lose then i'll do something for you and if you lose you'll do something for me?
❛ Love in a box ❜ ㅡ「Sumin & Sen」
[...]
"Waitㅡ is this a dream?"
the girl cocks her head to the side when the male pulls away from their locked gazes. there's a brief sense of worry that he's not satisfied with her or that she's upset him but his question draws out a light hearted laugh. "a dream?" she parrots to make sure she's heard correctly. she knows for a fact that it is not a dream because she's not programmed to do so. however, that doesn't negate the fact that she gets the feeling that this euphoria she's experiencing is something much like it. her smile assures her presence and a light shake of her head promises to make him the happiest man she possibly can in their fantasy like reality together.
of course, in the off chance that this really is a dream, it's certainly one that sumin doesn't to wake up from.
"would you like me to pinch you to see?" she innocently asks, drawing from the stories she's read and the scenes she's witnessed. granted, she'd be too wary to hurt the man so it's not exactly an action she wants to partake in. perhaps another option was in need then. "or may i make you breakfast? you can see if your stomach feels warm and full afterwards!~ " she's keen to be of service to him as soon and as much as possible and there's a wide array of abilities that she wants to put into use to please him. what better way to start off than with one of her more developed skills in cooking. after all, she was in charge of making sure he had a sound mind, a happy heart, and a healthy body.
of course, she doesn't dare to move away to the kitchen before he's allowed it. she had to make the most out of their initial week together and starting off on the wrong foot isn't exactly in her agenda. so instead, she patiently waits for his response. the cold morning air nips at her bare skin, leaving a trial of goosebumps in its wake but she keeps her attention on the man before her. he would always be her priority in the end.
shine a light —
(` some part of him hates whoever decided he needs help—he knows the emotion well enough; enough that a reservoir of it—pained anger—lies deep beneath the stuttering, nervous surface that is imyungsoo.) — (` her nickname catches him off guard completely. he blinks and lifts his eyes to her face—never once meeting her eyes—while his brows furrow thoughtfully.) It was o-okay. (` the idea of having someone to greet him after the rather impersonal experience of inspection—being told he was in perfect condition while being reminded he’d be scrapped if he wasn’t bought by the end of the year—was something of a comfort to the boy who’d already learned just what being human was about. pain.) I-is… (` he begins to walk, moving at a careful pace that keeps a friendly distance between him and his friend) Is Soo Soo my nickname? (` myungsoo forces the words out, his own characteristic nervousness making it difficult to speak without hesitating on the words.)
(/ she's always been perplexed by the boy's actions that are at the other end of the spectrum from hers. of course, she's patient and understanding enough to know not to push him too much at once. in any case, she finds his shy mannerism intriguing and even a little adorable. all dolls had a few kinks here and there. some were just more noticeable than other's was all.) yup! do you like it? (/ she asks with an honest laugh. at first his speech had taken some getting used to but now she's grown accustomed to the stutter to the point where she barely even notices it.) you can make me one too if you like. (/ she suggests with an eager nod, as they turn the corner of the hallway, she takes the chance to subtly close in the distance between the two of them a bit. she'd always been programmed to enjoy skinship so his distance has been a bit disheartening if nothing else.) is there anywhere in town you want to go today?